I drove home through a steady evening drizzle.

Wet leaves clumped on the windshield wipers, blurring the streetlights.

The house was completely dark when I pulled into the driveway.

I unlocked the front door and dropped my keys into the ceramic bowl in the hall.

I didn’t turn on the living room lamps.

I went straight to the kitchen and filled the kettle at the sink.

At seven thirty the doorbell rang.

Nobody came to my house on a Friday night.